The sharp rocks and cold gravel beneath my feet in this alleyway merely shielded by a thin pair of black tights reminded me that I feel the soft pain because I am alive.
Showing posts with label Hildur Ingveldardóttir Guðnadóttir. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hildur Ingveldardóttir Guðnadóttir. Show all posts
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Shrouded Abyss
The sharp rocks and cold gravel beneath my feet in this alleyway merely shielded by a thin pair of black tights reminded me that I feel the soft pain because I am alive.
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